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Week Twenty-Seven
~ Keeping One Eye on the Goal

This week began with the doctor's appointment I had mentioned. Everything is going well. I told him about my hands falling asleep, etc. He didn't have much advice for me. I've got all my papers for my appointment next week with Dr. W. in North Bay. Sam got his 1 year needle after Dr. R. was finished dealing with me. I always feel bad seeing them cry when they get them. He didn't have any reaction or anything though which makes me feel better. The scale at Dr. R.'s office read 165 lbs. I'm measuring 31 weeks (or 31 cm).

We (a bunch of ladies from our church) had the meeting with my friend regarding her wedding. It looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. She asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. I have no clue what I'm going to wear. I got her invitations, thank-yous, guest registry, etc. made up on my computer. She liked the two drafts of the invitation so much that she decided to use both. I was just glad she (and her fiancé) liked them.

I'm having a real problem with our oldest boys when it comes to going out to get the mail (we have to go to a post office) or pick anything up from a store, especially groceries. To make a long story short, the other day I walked home with Samuel under one arm and a stroller full of groceries while the boys ran off ahead of me. They like to run in the stores too. The minute we get in the door, they take off and they don't come back to me until I'm going out the door again. I don't want to stop bringing them with me but I'm not sure how to make them stop.

I've discovered that I have a literal "pet" peeve. We have a cat named Abby. I mentioned before that I've gotten a lot of stuff ready for the babies which includes a change table stocked with clean blankets and linens, etc. Well our cat has decided that her favorite place to sleep is right in the middle of the first shelf of the change table. I've tried stacking the blankets up so she can't get in but she just pushes her way through. I can't stand cat hair, especially on my baby stuff. I ended up putting small boxes on top of the blankets where she likes to go. I hope that fixes the problem. I'm still mad that I have to go to such measures over a cat. No hope of getting rid of her either; Shawn loves her and doesn't seem to care much where she sleeps.

I'm still trying to get things organized around here. I feel like I'm doing one of those puzzles where there's only one open square and you have to move the others all around until you can get the picture right. I pile stuff in one corner then move it to the hall, then move it down stairs. We are getting rid of more stuff, inside and out (on the porch). It actually feels really good to see it go. It's just the process of going through everything that seems to stall most of our everyday chores. I'm trying to make a point of using stuff that's sitting around (i.e. I found an old bedspread that was given to us, dyed it, and will be making curtains from it) or getting rid of it. It's not so bad when you have a lot of stuff in a little space as long as you don't have to look at it. We're trying to free up storage space. Can anyone say Amen?

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